•MCD One-Shotsᵀᴾᴬ

Logan x Donna // Turn my Frown Upside Down

Donna's POV

My phone rings in class, the slow vibration and elevator music echoing throughout the room. The number is unknown yet I ask my teacher to set out of the class to take it. Mr. Luke rolls his eyes, twiddling his mustache between his fingers. He allows me to leave for a moment as I call back the caller.

"Hello?" I speak into my electronic device, waiting for a response, tapping my foot on the asbestos tiles.

"Yes Ma'am?" A young woman speaks enthusiastically into the phone. "May I ask why you called the Bridgeport Hospital?"

"H-Hospital?" I ask, my voice shaking with fear, tumbling over my words and my voice coming out in stuttering sounds.

"Oh. It's you..." She simply says. Scattering papers and beeping is heard from the other end of the line until the woman's voice comes back into the call.

"I'm so sorry Miss DeGato..."

Her funeral is in exactly 1 day, 23 hours and 10 minutes. I struggle to keep my eyes open as they are always drowning in tears. My teachers have noticed my change in clothing color; Pastels and Neons to dark grays and eery blacks, which is why my homework load is nothing compared to the large essays and projects given to my classmates.

My mother, Clara DeGato, had her image in the paper as well. People have sent cards, gifts and condolences to my establishment, D's Nursing Wholesale and the home where she lives. Or, used to live.

Yes, my mother wasn't exactly my favorite person, especially after she adopted another child and blocked me out of her life, but she raised me to be the kind, worriless person I am today. It makes me feel pained that she didn't live as long as she should have, especially since she passed from a drunk driver.

Man.

Sometimes I hate drinking. Other times, I do it all myself and thoroughly enjoy the feeling of no worries. But, I can't drink anything in this dumb "Lady Irene" university. I've been here for three years now, and I have two more to go to become a fully registered nurse. On top of running a shop, dealing and grieving for my mother and schooling, I'm a complete mess with no one to talk to except my "sister" Michi.

I sigh aloud, as my math teacher stares me down. I flush, embarrassed at my staring off into space and return to my exam. The circles mess with my thoughts, sending me into another universe. I attempt to answer the questions as best as possible with no luck. With five minutes left, I answer randomly to fill the space.

The bell rings in my ear as it reminds me of sirens, the ones that I can hear in the distance, dragging my mother out of her smashed car. Tears begin to form once again as I run out of the door as quickly as possible.

I don't care about my education anymore. I want to go back and fix what happened, even if it didn't give her much more life. She was growing old anyway to be honest. I ball up in the corner, ignoring the sounds surrounding me. I wait for the late bell, not caring about French class anyway.

After a moment of silence and me crying my thoughts out, I feel a slight tap on my shoulder. As always, I disregard any small gestures at this school. Sometimes, it's good of course, but their are kidnappers within the premises. People think our old principal is one as he is currently the Vice. I do like our normal president since she is the same age as myself. We talk often actually.

I hear movement near my left arm as a cold, clammy hand rubs it. I try to brush whoever it is away as I want to be left alone.

"A-Are you okay?" A masculine voice whispers into my ear. I shake my head to indicate for him to leave me alone, yet he stays by my side. I let him stay as his presence helps me regain some kind of strength.

I sniff my snot away, ashamed that I am crying right in front of a stranger. He sound friendly enough, mumbling slow, encouraging words. He must recognize me from the papers and television announcements. I've seen photos of the crash and they make me tear up more than usual.

My red-faced, teary and congested face looks up to see the person next to me. He wears a milky white smile, his eyes filled with concerned and worried thoughts. I attempt to smile back, but it feels as if my lips are quivering.

He helps me off the dirty ground as he finds my schedule from my binder across the hall. Someone must've thrown it over there...

"Hey." He says, looking toward the ground. I decide against responding as I will surely make a fool of myself. We continue to walk down the halls in silence as I can tell he is very shy.

"Sorry." I finally say, as we near my classroom. He smiles, and hands me a small piece of paper.

"No problem. Text me if you need anything." He responded, leaving me to attend my class.

11:09 PM

Donna: Hey.

Hey! What's up? :Logan

Donna: Nothing much. I just wanted to get to know you.

You seem nice, helping me and all so I think we could

Become good friends, ya know?

Well, thanks. For starters, I'm in my last year. I really:Logan

Want to become a store owner.

Donna: Really? I own my own store!

Well duh. Everyone knows that place! :Logan

D's Nursing Wholesale, right?

Donna: Yep!

I gotta go. See ya at school. Sit during free together? :Logan

Donna: Sure! See you then ;)

The past day has been a blur. But, a good kind of blur.

Turns out, Logan and I get each other. We are like twins. I even invited him to the funeral since I only have two friends, one including the principal. I see him from my seat. My tear stained cheeks don't phase him as he smiles in my direction.

Her coffin comes forward and somehow, I manage to keep my composure. More than that, I smile. Michi is sitting two seats over, her fake tail and ears (it's so she "connects with her inner cat") drooping as she balls her eyes out. I remain faced forward, as it is creepy to be smiling at your own mother's wedding. I keep my head down to hide my expression for the rest of the service.

Afterward, I sit in the corner as older women come up to me and wish me luck on griefing or something. I smile and nod as they shoot me concerning glances. I remain glued to my phone until the familiar blonde hair and violet eyes come into view. He immediately sits next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey. Sorry about the whole thing. I know how it feels and--- wait." he reads my expression. I smile even brighter, laughing at his confused face. He continues to stare at me while I end up laughing so hard that people have begun to look at myself.

He ignores the fact that I'm laughing and laughs along. I expected him to slowly walk away, yet he joined in with me. Once we composed ourselves, we were the only people left in the vicinity.

"Hey." He finally says, wiping away a tear from his bright face. "I'll walk you back to the dorms."

"That sounds wonderful." I say, as we talk and giggle throughout the long walk back. I think this year will be better than the other five by far.